Look here, I think I know how we can make them ashamed of themselves. Where are they now?
MRS. JOHNS
(goes cautiously to door L and peeps through)
Laura is lying on the couch in the living-room. I think she's crying—her face is buried in the cushions.
MRS. SHEFF
Splendid. That means she's listening with all her ears—(Tiptoes to window, R.) I can't see Gordon, but I think he's walking round the garden—
MRS. JOHNS
(quietly)
If we were to talk a little louder he'd sit on the back steps to hear it—